I'm not a fashionista, I'm just tasteful
The dresses were so obviously flashy, bold, and in a variety of wildly contrasting colors that they seemed almost as if they'd been crafted with the specific intention to look absolutely insane.
...She squinted as she reached forward and fingered one of the hems of the lacy fabric.
The detail on these dresses were amazing.
The frills, the ribbons, the embroidery and the lace were all so delicately and expertly sewn and tailored that they seemed as if they ought to have come out of some famous fashion designer.
One that clearly hated sanity or taste, maybe.
The number of designs, fabrics, and hues that had gone into their creation was mind-boggling, to the extent that Isabelle almost wondered whether these were prototypes of a new type of clothing, perhaps, or an unusual garment made with only the highest quality materials just to make it, rather than ever to be worn by anyone human.